Books and Egg Sluts

Visiting LA

There are a TON of photos in this one, so I’m breaking it up into day and night.

I mentioned our room was at the FAAAAAR end of the ship. I was not exaggerating.
This is the hall that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends.

We popped down the road for breakfast this morning. Another beautiful and sunny day.

I am one of those “give me lunch/dinner foods for breakfast” people, so anywhere with an early/all day menu is the best.

I’m also forever looking for a place that has an Irish stew like Raglan Road (this did not compare unfortunately – but the menu looked good enough anyway).

We started with an appetizer of Curry Chips. A basket of deep-fried chips (Brit for thick cut fries) served with a
homemade curry sauce. This was DIVINE. Chris wanted a bowl of curry sauce to go.

Then we both got a small order of Cottage Pie. Tender chunks of beef slow cooked with potatoes, carrots, celery, onions, herbs & Guinness in a rich brown gravy topped with mashed potatoes and then baked til golden. This wasn’t my Irish stew, but it was DAMN good.

It came with a side of Irish soda bread, which was also quite good.

After another session of classes, which I will spare you the contents of – we ventured out again.

I had to stop for a photo of this grocery because OMG IT DOES EXIST!!
Shop smart! Shop S-Mart!

Then I tried to hit up the Volks doll shop only to find out they are just an office now. Bummer. They were very polite though and let me take photos of some of the kiddos on display.

We passed this absolutely terrifying sign that HAS to be related to FNAF.

I wanted to hit some of LA proper before we left.

We went to “The Last Bookstore“. Originally chosen ironically – they recognize that at some point it may become aptly named.

So many books and cool spaces throughout.

This yarn shop upstairs had such a pretty selection.

In between all the cool artwork and layout – there was also a wide range of books stocked.

This one was very much “no way that’s real” – except they had a stack of them . . .

After that, we stopped by the market and I just had to see what a place called “Eggslut” had.